Your Blogging Staff

Contributing to this blog:
- "Dave" is Dave Barry, who is a humor columnist and presidential contender.
- "judi" is Judi Smith, who is Dave's Research Department, as well as being interested in men.
- "Walter" is Walter, a bone from the penis of a walrus.

Anyway, this is very appropriate since we're going to Wisconsin tomorrow! My brother in law already asked for a Bucky Badger t-shirt (don't ask me why) and now I need to watch out for fresh cheese curds? They sound kind of gross but we'll see.

((((((MOTW))))))
At least it's still the begining of the year, there's still time for things to work out.

and now something to make you laugh (or bang your head on the wall):

The Abortion was Over Easy
Girl #1: I got all upset because I thought there was a baby inside.
Girl #2: Yeah?
Girl #1: I thought I had killed it. But then I found out that it was a chicken and not a baby.

El- could you email Judi and aske her to get rid of the gay pron (NTTAWWT) links up top. I'm sure it will set off many a work filter. There were some on the egg thread too. I'd email her, but I'm super busy. The stuff I am refering to is in the trackback section.

Thanks

(((MOTW)))

Actually I was thinking vommiting confetti WBAGNFARB, but VGLH could work too.

Yeah, I know, I have no life. It was funny to see the curd thing again, though. Wasn't it a running gag during that book tour?

{{{{MOTW}}}} I agree with Jeff; it's a good thing you found out about this now, before things got any worse and harder to fix. Your VYL sounds like a good kid, though. I'm sure that with your support, he'll make it through the school year.

I just finished "The Great Railway Bazaar." My favorite part must be the bizarre stay in Burma, as well as Vietnam in 1975. He was there just before the big cities were bombed to itty bitty pieces. The part about Japan was the funniest, though.

One book down, four more to go... I really should ration them more efficiently or I'll have weeks before more reading material arrives.

To me, the joy of reading Theroux is finding out just how snobby he can get before he gets in trouble. Usually, the answer is: very.

I'm not sure which of his travel books is my favorite. The first one I read was "Riding the Iron Rooster" (on a year in China in the early 80s), which I still love... but I think "Dark Star Safari" and "The Great Railway Bazaar" are lovely, too. "The Pillars of Hercules," not so much (maybe because the places he's been are rather ho-hum compared to the exotic locales in his other books). Now I'd love to get my hands on "The Happy Isles of Oceania".

Beebs.. she ignored me too. Come over here and you can have some of my chocolate. Or some of the bag of corn chips I have next to my putor.

VGLH might BAGNFARB, but vomiting two year olds is not. Also, it doesn't smell or look good. Oh, did I forget to mention, he was holding a bucket and STILL managed to use me for target practice? Ugh. Everything from my top half is now in the wash. *shudder*

Mid-afternoon, I got a call from my sister to say "Mum's been taken to the hospital with chest pains, but it's probably nothing serious, I just thought you should know in case it gets worse or anything else happens" She went on to tell me that Mum & Dad had her kids with them at the local swimming pool, when Mum started feeling the pain. As part of protocol, the pool staff rang an ambulance, and she was whisked away (very disappointing, by all accounts - no lights or sirens). Dad took the kids back to my sister, then went up to the hospital where they've been ever since.
I sent him a text message about 5 minutes ago and he just rang to say they're waiting for blood test results. The verdict so far is that it's most likely cardiac-related but probably not a heart attack. Meanwhile, Mum's been fed, and Dad's hungry! At least he has things in perspective.
Providing the blood tests don't show anything major, she should be able to go home tonight.

So that was my storm in a teacup for today. I'm going to make dinner now (chicken fajitas from scratch!)

Medic@l update: All is well.. it looks like Mum had a gullet spasm. They're keeping her in hospital overnight for oberservation (read: arse-covering), but all her tests have come back completely clear otherwise and there's no damage to the heart or surrounding muscle.

Heinzed to 7pm.. just had to post this, because time is disappearing while I try to catch it.. Hopefully I can get this all sorted before I have to go out again ..

One man's opinion of love (I know this is not my blog role, so keep your scroll finger handy)
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Love is a verb. It's an action, not a feeling. It's what you do, what you choose, large or small, every day. Who are you thinking of when you make plans? Love is not a partnership. It's all in, all chips in the pot, nothing wisely held back. It's not a negotiation. It's a free gift of your whole self without consideration of what you'll get back. It makes no sense, nor should it.

Anything else, sex, companionship, the living together of two individuals maintaining their "self" and sharing while it's mutally beneficial is something else. It's not love. It's less. And it can be fun, and it can feel good, and it will end.

If you're not scared, it's not love. But the fear isn't just or even primarily about what you're risking. The fear is that your gift of self won't be accepted, or accepted genuinely, in love. But it cannot be given in doses, it cannot be guarded. It will not be restrained.

You can't force love, nor fake it. You just have to be open to it, and it will find you. Don't hurry it, and don't settle for less. And if you're busy with something less than love, something about yourself, you're not open to love. And if you're too impatient to wait for the gifts of love, you'll find only fool's gold.

Hard hat: This is my idea, okay? Seriously, don't try and steal it, because I think I can make this happen. Ready? The Fab Five visit Dog the Bounty Hunter's show, and they give Dog and his whole crew a makeover.

Wolfie, I had printed out C'bol's thoughts on love, but I don't have it with me. I just looked at it last night in fact. I remembered that it was written September 15, 2004...

Melted butter...heeheehee. None in my dream last night, but there was a flock (herd? gaggle? school?) of lobsters trying to get into the house in one of my dreams. Very odd looking lobsters at that. Don't they turn red AFTER they are cooked? These were fairly lively, but bright red.

day 2 of less than 3 hours sleep. im a lil bit wacked out right now. it's kinda fun. the bossman keeps lookin at me funny. well, funniern usual. he put a new light in my backhall last night. is it weird my boss follows me home and does stuff like that for me?
i paid him in chocolate chip cookies. homemade. i may not cook, but i bake well.

It's been about 40° when I've walked to school every morning this week, but then gets up to 75+ before I walk home. I'd rather the weather would make up its mind. Carrying jackets/sweaters around is a pain.

Yes, lobsters only turn red once they're cooked, unless there's a species that I don't know of that's always red.

For some reason, Susan's weird dream reminded me of a photograph I saw often in one of my Dad's books (probably "The Ocean World" by Cousteau, which I liked to look at often for all the pretty pictures).

It was a crab that lives only somewhere in Japan whose shells have an arrangement of bumps and lines that make it look a lot like a human face.

It completely freaked me out as a child. Even now, remembering it, I get a bit of the heebie-jeebies.

{{ Kaf's Mum }} Glad she's okay, Kaf! Yes, better safe than sorry. My best friend lost her mom almost ten years ago, very suddenly. She was a nurse (the mom), out to lunch with some friends. She said she didn't feel well. Her friends wanted to call an ambulance, but she insisted they take her to her husband's office, just a few blocks away. While there, she fainted. He rushed her to the hospital. Turns out that she had an unknown heart condition - a small hole that had opened up. They performed CPR, but all that did was make the hemorrhage worse. There was no way to know about it unless they'd opened her up, which they did post-mortem. My friend was at least able to be there just before she passed away.

This morning was very pretty. Lots of clouds around - bright silvery ones and some dark. While I was driving in, I could see dark patches of rain falling from some of the grey clouds, interspersed with the bright ones. Lovely!

At some point I had gone into the kitchen to call animal control...the lobsters had disappeared...but there was a little red fox...and some wolves. Which I was writing down (in the dream) as wolfies.

I didn't think I had eaten anything that odd before bed...late supper cause of a meeting. A meatloaf sandwich. (Not a Meat Loaf sandwich though...speaking of whom, he turns 55 today. Shaun Cassidy is 48. Aren't you glad I shared?)

The door is being installed...nice looking door too.

The framing from the old one was cut off...the smell was not good. Obviously some moisture in there somewhere...

When the other door was replaced the guy doing the work mentioned the original panelling on the walls. I got to see a little of it today. Solid wood panelling...at least half an inch thick...detail work on the right edge of each panel...great looking stuff. Can't get stuff like that today.

This is an ad from a local garden center, dated 9/13/2006:
COW POO POO ... 40 lbs. $1.19This is not the Poo T. Owens has been giving the Cowboys. Rumor has it Bill Parcells is threating (sic) to lock T. Owens in a room full of Mike's World Famous Cow Poo Poo for two or three days. I guarantee he will forget about his hamstring and be begging to play!